Summary: Remus and Ginny discuss the clichés about them.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my sick imagination.
Ginny sat at the table in the basement kitchen of Grimmauld Place drinking her morning tea. Remus Lupin entered the kitchen and smiled at the young girl.
"Good morning, Ginny," he said kindly.
"Hi, Remus," she replied.
"What are you doing up this early?" he asked, taking a seat across from her.
"Just thinking," she sighed.
"Oh?" he inquired. "What about?"
"Remus, why does everyone think I have a hopeless crush on Harry?" she asked.
Remus looked thoughtful for a moment. "Possibly because you did at one point."
"That was four years ago!" she cried. "Can't a twelve-year-old have a crush?"
"Well, if it's any consolation, everyone assumes that Sirius and I had a passionate love affair during our years at Hogwarts."
"You didn't?" Ginny asked, confused.
Remus shook his head. "No, and I wasn't in love with Lily either. Neither was Sirius."
Ginny snorted. "Everyone also thinks I'm a little harlot at Hogwarts. They think because I dated Michael Corner and Dean Thomas that I've slept around. They even think I have a secret love affair going on with Draco Malfoy!"
"That's insane!" Remus exclaimed.
"It gets worse," she said dejectedly. "I heard Ron and Hermione talking. Apparently, Hermione has some tale that Sirius and I had a thing going on the summer before he died!
"Certainly not!" Remus was absolutely mortified. "Sirius would never!"
"I know," Ginny sighed. "Crazy isn't it?"
But Remus looked at her closely. "Ginny, I feel as if I know you from somewhere else."
"It's probably from when I broke Hermione's time-turner that time and got sent back into the past," she explained.
"Ah, yes, that's it," he replied. "I remember now." He paused. "Weren't we in love?"
"Oh, yes," Ginny said matter-of-factly. "We were madly in love, but then Dumbledore found a way to send me back to the future. So we had to break up."
"So, why aren't we in love now? And why haven't I treated you any differently?" he asked.
"I don't know. But we're not in love. After all, everyone would freak if I, a sixteen-year-old, fell in love with a thirty-eight-year-old werewolf. Don't you think?"
"Yes, of course," Remus replied, a wave of relief passing over him. "Your brother Bill would murder me."
"Bill?" she asked. "Why would he care? I never see him."
"But aren't you closest to him?" Remus asked. "That's the story going around."
Ginny shook her head. "No, actually, I'm closest to Percy."
"Really? Well, that's interesting," he replied.
"Are you close to your brother?" Ginny asked suddenly.
"Ginny, I don't have a brother. Whatever made you think that?" he asked, completely puzzled.
"Muggle legend says that there were twin brothers named Remus and Romulus, who were raised by wolves. Since your name is Remus, I naturally assumed you had some long-lost twin brother named Romulus," she explained.
"How odd," he said. "No, I haven't got a brother."
They silently drank their tea for a few moments.
Remus stood and spoke. "Well, I need to be going. I have some brooding to do that I've been putting off. By the way, tonight's a full moon, remember?"
"Do you have the Wolfsbane Potion?" Ginny asked nervously.
"Yes, I do," he replied happily. "So feel free to come and wolf-sit me later. After all, I'm merely a large dog, really."
"Remus, what would happen if you didn't have the Potion?" she asked.
"Well, I suppose I would probably bite you and turn you into a werewolf to keep my company," he answered truthfully.
"I'm glad you have it then," she said. "I'll see you later."
"Good-bye, my dear," he said leaning over to passionately kiss her on the lips.